Unmeaning Mid-Air

How do you sign your exhaustion
When you’re too exhausted to sign?
Loneliness isn’t solitude
But a body too weak to speak,

Collapsing into itself, one
Of many inconsolable,
Lonely, interior meanings.
A recording of an oboe

Played at a concert hall, bodies
In seats at varying degrees
Of attention, replays mid-air.
Still here, but not there yet, not there.